i love to write...for me... so much beauty and brightness exists in the word...its aching realities...its incandescant fantasies...i've been published in various journals, magazines and newspapers, as well as online... i've read my poetry on radio and performed at many readings around the city...i'm currently working on my phd in writing, which is a labour of love, tears and the gentle scraping of my soul against clouds...i'm a sporadic blogger... constantly battling the repetition of days spent with words... and the tiny epiphanies worth writing...i work in the disabilities sector and find it inspiring and interesting... i love to work... i think it's good for my soul...i feel, that to be a writer, you must be IN life... to know the tiny intricacies of your actions and thoughts... to discover yourself in trains... at the letter box... waiting for a doctor with an x-ray...as well as experiencing the ethereal gloss of dreams (and the truths they reveal)... the tickle of humour... the buzz of creativity... the sweaty palms of love...i am inspired easily most days... by words... music... art... laughter...other days i'm frustrated by the pen... or the screen... i delete... erase... scribble... throw my hands in the air... i surrender!then jump right back in and keep plugging away...all i ever wanted was for you to see me in words...i expect a fairy tale ending...
"start your own revolution"
book of days is my collection of poems… violent words that chew on hearts… it has a white rose and a striptease… a shattered mind and a sincere hug…
below are some readings...
triangulum australe appeared in the november 2007 issue of westerly
dorado appeared in the winter 2007 issue of indigo
july 27 is from book of days
press link to hear triangulum australe
press link to hear dorado
press link to hear july 27